fifth form

Chapter 3469 There is no such thing as a smart person

Zhang Xuezhou's abilities are indeed inferior to Donghua's; he must admit this fact.

Zhang Xuezhou remembered that Donghua had been pursued a long time ago, and finally managed to get rid of the entanglement by having many dead souls chant their prayers.

At this moment, Zhang Xuezhou had a warning, but the pursuers had already entered the greenhouse where he was.

Without a strong mental force to maintain the state of traversing in the void, one would inevitably be attacked without realizing it, and might even think that they have encountered a spatial distortion.

"That old hag is acting crazy again and misleading me. You're not 'black' after all!"

The person who entered the greenhouse was a young face, dressed in a gray robe.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou regain his senses and focus his attention, he was somewhat surprised, and then pointed to Zhang Xuezhou's soul and body.

Who is Hei?

Zhang Xuezhou looked out of the greenhouse.

The giant tree's pull remained, but the greenhouse he was in seemed to be stuck in a river flowing against the current, and his progress became extremely slow.

If the other party doesn't remove the ability that hinders the shuttle, Zhang Xuezhou will have a hard time completing this shuttle.

Instead of asking who the other person was, he asked who they were looking for.

"A hidden individual, an extraterrestrial cultivator who previously borrowed this device!"

The young man in the gray robe pointed to the greenhouse, providing relevant information with a hint of uncertainty.

He found the same traveler, but the greenhouse the other person was in was completely different from the one he had seen before. The greenhouse he had seen before was dilapidated and looked like it was about to let in the wind, and he needed to chant scriptures to ward off the calamities of the void. But the greenhouse he saw now was very new and did not look like the same treasure.

Are you looking for Donghua?

Zhang Xuezhou didn't need to think to know that the other party was looking for Donghua, and he could even vaguely guess the other party's possible identity.

"Donghua?"

The young man in the gray robe frowned slightly, realizing that there was a discrepancy between the object he was looking for and the object he had identified, a realization that made him feel somewhat uneasy.

"You're no better!"

Having learned the truth quickly, the young man in the gray robe seemed somewhat annoyed.

He reached out and pointed at Zhang Xuezhou in his soul form, then exclaimed in surprise and forcefully pulled his hand back from shattering the soul.

"I didn't expect you to have such a good character; you actually gained the approval of Mudfish!"

"Are you Hongjun?"

Zhang Xuezhou had never seen a cultivator kill so quickly.

He had chosen the most concise way to communicate and then used the name 'Donghua' as a hook to steer the conversation, hoping to get the other party to hold Donghua accountable. If the other party had any needs, Zhang Xuezhou could provide assistance. However, after receiving incorrect information, the other party showed no interest whatsoever and chose to kill him directly.

The palpitating sense of danger gradually subsided in Zhang Xuezhou's heart, and he felt as if he had experienced the same palm strike that the Emperor had faced back then.

This is indeed a chasm, like the crushing force of being two levels higher in cultivation; this kind of flat, crushing force is hard to resist.

"You two have a good relationship!"

The young man in the gray robe nodded and exclaimed in admiration.

“You should know who the loach I’m talking about is,” Hongjun asked. “Are you referring to His Excellency?” Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Your Excellency? Does Zhulong have to curry favor with me even for a lousy name?"

"Your Excellency" is a respectful title for Zhu Jiuyin, which sounds somewhat incongruous, but as long as there is someone above Zhu Jiuyin, this title will have its meaning.

"Does he need to perform global positioning to mark your soul?"

Hongjun pointed at Zhang Xuezhou, and a fiery red mark began to flicker in Zhang Xuezhou's previously normal soul, even appearing on the forehead of his soul.

Hongjun didn't need to ask endless questions; a simple response was enough to divert the discussion in other directions.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to nod quickly.

He had come into contact with beings like Xuanming and communicated with Xuanming very smoothly, but when facing Hongjun, he was almost like a greenhorn, always struggling to grasp the key points.

“He wants to use my teleportation ability to build a soul-traveling channel so that he can discuss the Dao with outstanding cultivators from another world,” Zhang Xuezhou replied earnestly.

"He's finally showing a little bit of normal thinking and knows how to properly utilize his talents!"

Hongjun sighed, seemingly quite dissatisfied with Zhujiuyin, much like a teacher looking at a stupid student.

"The coordinate markings he constructed are so-so, making it very difficult to achieve normal communication in the void, even with your help, you piece of rotten wood. This kind of skill is utterly inferior!"

Hongjun pointed at Zhang Xuezhou's forehead several times, clearly very dissatisfied with the coordinate imprint that Zhu Jiuyin had quickly created using the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture.

“I’m thinking of pulling the other’s soul over here, which will save us the trouble of long-term communication in the void,” Zhang Xuezhou said. “As long as the soul goes over, the two sides will definitely be able to communicate normally!”

“You’re not smart either. How can such a small cart carry a mule? I’m afraid it will have to turn back halfway,” Hongjun said. “That cultivator who was exchanging ideas was also stupid. He actually took such a risk to travel through the void. If he’s unlucky, he won’t even be able to return with his physical body. Your attempt to learn from Zhuangzi’s idea of ​​‘hearing the Dao in the morning and being able to die content in the evening’ is simply utterly foolish!”

After cursing Zhu Jiuyin, Hongjun cursed Zhang Xuezhou, and then Ren Anran, who blindly followed Zhang Xuezhou. Hongjun was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the three parties' mindless behavior and even named examples to criticize them.

"I hope the teacher will teach us!"

The more one enjoys cursing, the more one enjoys lecturing. Zhang Xuezhou, with a thick skin, displayed his old ability to be shameless again, and directly bowed to ask to be taught.

"There's nothing to teach you. I just need to make a mark and use the traces left by this rotten wood as it drifts through the river of time and space!"

Hongjun paused slightly.

Although it was a mess caused by a bunch of idiots, at least they weren't ashamed to ask questions, which was the only redeeming quality he could find.

“If you don’t understand, you should ask more questions,” Hongjun said with a headache. “Your skills are not proficient, and you don’t even think about it. You don’t think about it and you don’t ask questions. You’re like fools all day long, only knowing how to go into seclusion and travel around. Going into seclusion for a thousand years and traveling all over the Three Realms will only increase your age, not your ability!”

"That's right!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded in agreement.

He vaguely felt that his memory was becoming somewhat hazy, and for a moment he forgot the question he wanted to ask Hongjun.

He was almost completely under Hongjun's guidance, forgetting even his own thoughts. Judging from this state, it was not a problem with Zhujiuyin and the Three Pure Ones, but most likely a problem with Hongjun.

Ordinary people would forget even Hongjun's name, let alone face him. They would inevitably forget their previous thoughts and could only follow Hongjun's rhythm. In this state, communicating with him would undoubtedly make them look like fools.

In short, Hongjun was not wrong to criticize this phenomenon, but the root cause of these problems lies with Hongjun himself.

"Not bad. Keep up the good work and hopefully we'll have a chance to meet again someday!"

As Zhang Xuezhou involuntarily shivered, he realized that Hongjun's voice had faded into the distance, and that he had regained consciousness in the No. 2 sinkhole.